[Verse 1]
Yonder from the city is a land of verdant green
Some say it's a treasure, but it turns some others mean
[Chorus]
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
[Verse 2]
Felling and refining
It requires an able team
Flywheel blades a whining while the whistle blows its steam
[Chorus]
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
[Bridge]
As the sweat pours off my brow line
And the dust does make me choke
See the trees all turn to pasture
And the logs all turn to smoke
[Chorus]
There's a place in California as the logging people know
Where the forest fell to plunder
And the sawmill made it so
The sawmill made it so